text_original: If the air was void of sound, it was full of scent—that delicious and enlivening perfume of mingled gum, and herbs, and sweet wood being burned somewhere a long way off; and a silky, golden warmth slanted on to us through the olives and umbrella pines. Large wine red violets were growing near.
text_transcription: IF THE AIR WAS VOID OF SOUND IT WAS FULL OF SCENT THAT DELICIOUS AND ENLIVENING PERFUME OF MINGLED GUM AND HERBS AND SWEET WOOD BEING BURNED SOMEWHERE A LONG WAY OFF AND THE SILKY GOLDEN WARMTH SLANTED ON TO US THROUGH THE OLIVES AND UMBRELLA PINES LARGE WINE RED VIOLETS WERE GROWING NEAR
phonemes: ɪf ðɪ ˈɛɹ wʌz vˈɔɪd ʌv sˈaʊnd, ɪt wʌz fˈʊl ʌv sˈɛnt—ðæt dᵻlˈɪʃəs ænd ɛnlˈaɪvənɪŋ pˈɜːfjuːm ʌv mˈɪŋɡəld ɡˈʌm, ænd ˈɜːbz, ænd swˈiːt wˈʊd bˌiːɪŋ bˈɜːnd sˈʌmwɛɹ ɐ lˈɔŋ wˈeɪ ˈɔf; ænd ɐ sˈɪlki, ɡˈoʊldən wˈɔːɹmθ slˈæntᵻd ˌɔn tʊ ˌʌs θɹuː ðɪ ˈɑːlɪvz ænd ʌmbɹˈɛlə pˈaɪnz. lˈɑːɹdʒ wˈaɪn ɹˈɛd vˈaɪəlɪts wɜː ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ nˈɪɹ.